The Lights of Time by Paul Ian Cross

Well I’m finally out of my reading slump and its all because of this book. I read this book over the weekend and could never put down. When I did eventually put it down I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The whole concept is amazing. It did remind me a lot about time cop (yes the Van Damme film) Engella is a young woman travelling through time running from a group of hunters and trying to find her family who she hasn’t seen for god knows how many years.

Right come on lets get on with the review or we will  be here all day. As I said the story is about Engella who has a nifty wristband that lets her travel through time. Shes on a mission to find her parents while trying to escape from a group of hunters. The hunters are after her as she has something that they need. (im saying nothing more about that as I dont want to spoil the story) Engella has been to some very interesting places and times in the past and the future.


The book does offer quite a few different views points. Especially with the different characters and the different times they were in. I thought it may of confused the reader.  I also thought this might struggle to tie in the whole book together but Paul didnt dissapoint. This book tied in really well leaving me literally hanging on edge wanting to read the second book.

If you like a futuristic science fiction read then this is the book for you to add to your collection (and come on the cover is ridiculously awesome)


Mental health is like a rollercoaster

Where do you with a post like this. Literally the past few months my mental health has been like a rollercoaster. It has been horrible. Times I’ve been thinking what the actual fuck is going on in my head. People shouldn’t have to suffer like this. I wouldn’t want anyone to go through this. I wish sometimes there was an off button. I’ve been feeling really tired lately but think that’s due to my brain going into overdrive when Im trying to fall asleep. It even got to the point where I stopped reading books. Which was a really good escape for me to take my mind of things and switch off. Thankfully Im back reading and forgot how much I missed it (but that’s another story) I have noticed lately that my mood swings have been quite erratic. I’ve either been really hyper or in a low mood with myself without even realising. My partner knows the signs if Im struggling. she seems to know the right questions and brings me round. but due to my stubbornness I can be in a rut for while. I think the one I’ve just come out of has been the longest one yet. I always seem to be fine on the outside which means Im good at masking it. I always think that if i show my feelings especially at work or with friends and even other family members i don’t think they would ever judge me. it’s just that Im not one for expressing myself outright especially when Im face to face with someone. my partner is the only one i feel comfortable enough around to talk about it and that’s when she’s nagged me enough for me to talk to her about it. I’m not saying mine is worse than anyone elses. We all deal with this differently. If you’re going through something like this then open up. I know its hard but using my blog to express myself a bit really off loads a lot of weight that I feel like ive been carrying. I feel relieved after ive written it down and if it helps some one then its brilliant. If anyone has any questions please ask. Also speak up about it help yourself, help someone. Thats me signing off from this one. I feel like I’ve written enough and feel better for it. Thank you for your time and reading this.

The Last Seed (The Forbidden, #0.5)

Orantine is the best spy in her faction, the one they go to for impossible missions. But her next target is like nothing she has faced before, a high ranking official in a faction whose members can see the future.

Orantine has never failed before, but this time, she isn’t sure success is possible.

Armed with her faction’s genetic mutation, and the latest technology the world has to offer. Orantine believes she has found the perfect plan.

Nothing comes without a price, however, and this mission will push her to the edge, and further.

How far will she go to ensure success? And how far is she willing to go to prove she is the greatest in her world?


The Last Seed (The Forbidden, #0.5)

This book is straight up Sci-Fi Fantasy and its right up my street. Honestly the nerd in me exploded reading this book. Also what a great concept of the seeds. Which are implants on the human body which can have and show different effects on you at different times. The amount of content in such a short book is ridiculous. For such a short page count it packs a lot. You literally cannot put this down. You need to keep reading it as every page has something going on. There is know let up. You immediately get sucked into this futuristic world and the get really involved and have an emotional attachment with the characters. The world and character building has been beautifully written. You are constantly kept on your toes the author has you guessing all the time. You think you’ve figured it out and a curve ball comes in and totally knocks you back to square one. I really can’t say much more without spoiling the story which I wouldn’t want to do. I’m really looking forward to the next book and hoping I can get my hands on it.


Sapphire Smyth & The Shadow Five

The book jumps straight in at the deep end. With Sapphire turning 18 and getting kicked out of her foster parents house (probably not the best way to start your 18th birthday) She leaves with a bag full of random clothes the clothes on her back and a bracelet which used to belong to her mother.

Sapphire runs off to the woods where she has been many times to her usual hideout spot where she can keep dry and relatively warm. Sapphire begins to notice strange things happening in the shadows. A fox appears from the shadows and just looks at Sapphire barking. Then disappears. Sapphire leaves to go and look for the fox. Then gets attacked by something from the shadows? The shadows around her respond to this and help Sapphire get away from her assailant. She notices her mothers bracelet is glowing. Does this have something to do with the shadows and how they helped in her time of need?

Sapphire needs to find out what is happening and why. Will she find out the truth and discover what else this bracelet can do and why her mother had it.


The book is only about 100 pages long. It may seem short but packs quite a lot in such a short time. By the end the book will have you wanting more. I literally can’t wait to read the other books in the series to see what will happen next.




Cradle to the Grave Q&A With Rachel Amphlett

Cradle to Grave

I asked Rachel some questions which will hopefully give you more insight into how she writes her books.

How do you make sure your work gets done in time

I do my word count for the day before I do anything else – that way, I don’t get distracted and if I need to research something I can spend the rest of the day doing that so I’m ready for the next day’s writing target.


What book are you reading now

Ann Cleeves’ The Long Call.


Where do you get your ideas from

I scour a lot of online news articles, just browsing different sites from around the world on a weekly basis and all sorts of subjects.

I write murder mystery, police procedurals, spy thrillers, action adventure, and psychological thrillers so I never know what might spark an idea.

It might be a passing comment that I overhear when I’m rushing somewhere, or


Any advice for the upcoming writers

Be careful who you take advice from 😉

Keep learning, have fun, and don’t give up.


What other authors are you friends with and how do they help you become a better writer

There’s a lot to be said for the crime fiction community, and part of it is that everyone is so friendly – there are exceptions in any group, of course, but for the most part it’s very, very supportive.

I love that when I go to an event I can chat with writers, bloggers and readers who I might have only “met” previously on social media and we all have a common interest – this genre!


If you could tell your younger writing self anything what would it be

Write a business and marketing plan sooner rather than later to help you focus on what you want to achieve, and how you’re going to do it.


How long do you spend researching before beginning a book

I research enough to get started, and then jot notes down as I go if I’ve got gaps in my knowledge and need to speak to an expert. I only use about 80% of what I learn as I want the story to be readable, but my characters have to at least sound like they know what they’re talking about!


If you weren’t an author what would you be doing

I think I would be writing in some capacity, perhaps a role that incorporated my love of travelling as well!












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The Sea Chronicles #promo post.



Silent Sea Chronicles Box Set

Tei has magic in a world where people like her are persecuted and forced into exile. Whilst fleeing their home, her father is attacked and his deathbed confession reveals a dangerous secret that will change her life forever.

Tei’s homeland, the magical island of Kalaya, is dying and without a Sentinel to restore the magic, it’s only a matter of time before all life is wiped out.

She must join the exiles in the search for the lost Sentinel, but they are not the only ones after the missing guardian. Sinister Masked Riders are on their trail and time is running out.

Tei must risk everything she loves to save Kalaya, but is she ready to make that sacrifice?

This epic fantasy box set contains:
The Lost Sentinel – Book 1
The Sentinel’s Reign – Book 2
The Sentinel’s Alliance – Book 3

1396 pages of magic, adventure and intrigue.
Praise for Silent Sea Chronicles…

This is a story about war, magic, and destiny, which you cannot miss. Following the characters during their journeys has been incredible… (Goodreads) Sofia – A book. A thought.

Love this series!!…The Sentinel’s Alliance is an epic conclusion to a fantastic series. (Amazon) Jessica Belmont

I have really enjoyed this series and strongly recommend it to those that enjoy fantasy stories… I can’t wait to read more from Suzanne Rogerson. (Goodreads) Jessica Bronder

What an epic journey this trilogy has been…There are some terrific battle scenes, with massive shocks, and mouth dropping moments that I just hadn’t seen coming, all delivered with Rogerson perfection. (Amazon top 1000 reviewer. Vine Voice) Susan Hampson

(The Sentinel’s Alliance) This has been a fantastic finale to the trilogy, it’s had everything that made the first two books to good and then some. All of Suzanne’s brilliant world building skills are still shining through… (Goodreads) KT Robson

Rogerson has managed to craft together a fantasy trilogy that is simultaneously complex and quick. So many layers and twists are woven throughout the books and yet it never feels too heavy, the pace moves at a determined clip and action holds one’s attention captive. (Amazon) Angela – Pooled Ink Reviews

Fabulous Saga… it’s well written and utterly magical! (Amazon) Shelley Clarke

“The Sentinel’s Alliance” The story is skilfully elaborated, comprises interesting turns, and has a great flow. Suzanne Rogerson introduces each character with finesse… Highly recommended. (Goodreads) Karen.


The epic fantasy box set will be on sale for £6.99 but for a limited time you can buy it for just 99p worldwide.

Silent Sea Chronicles Universal Amazon link

Add Silent Sea Chronicles to your Goodreads bookshelf


My reviews of the series:

https://wordpress.com/post/yesmoreblogs.wordpress.com/917  Book 3

https://wordpress.com/post/yesmoreblogs.wordpress.com/893   Book 2

https://wordpress.com/post/yesmoreblogs.wordpress.com/878    Book 1

Foxfire Wolfskin #Promo Post#

An extract from Sharon Blackie’s new short story collection, Foxfire, Wolfskin and Other Stories of Shapeshifting Women (September publishing, £14.99 hardback, out now)

Meeting Baba Yaga
I saw her ad in Resurgence magazine the day I came back from my first time at the Glastonbury Festival. I was trying to cope with a magic mushroom hangover, and still having flashbacks. It hadn’t been a bad trip, but the talking mailboxes were a bit weird. ‘Journey to the Bone House’, the ad said. ‘Shapeshifting a speciality.’ I’d recently done a weekend course in shamanic journeying, but it hadn’t felt like the real thing. One of the teachers came from Peru, or somewhere weird like that, and I couldn’t understand a word he said. I wanted to connect properly with my power animal, and this looked just the job.
It was a long way to go, but frankly I needed a holiday. I was feeling the call to adventure, I suppose you could say. Things at work were dragging me down, and I really needed to spend some more time on my own self-development. I’d been trying to find myself for two years now, and if the Russian woods were the next step on the Heroine’s Journey of my life, then the Russian woods it would be. I felt as if I’d done all the right things, so far – moved down to Totnes, read everything from Louise Hay to Deepak Chopra, subscribed to Kindred Spirit. I’d dabbled in Buddhism and Wicca; done a course on past-life regression – the lot. But somehow it just wasn’t happening for me. The Secret didn’t give up its secret. The universe just wasn’t aligning, you know?
So: a week in the taiga it was. It’d probably be a bit fresh there in early October, but it’d make a nice change from my usual yearly yoga retreats on Skyros. I packed my angel cards; I packed my portable altar. I packed my newly minted copy of The Power of Now. And away I went.
It was the human skulls on top of the fenceposts that gave the place away. Though I have to say, it wasn’t quite what I’d been expecting. Every one of them had a candle inside, eye sockets all lit up, grinning away in the late afternoon gloom like some half-crazed band of jack-o’-lanterns. Not exactly your average turnip. So a bit of internal reprocessing was required. If she was going to turn out to be some weird Russian goth, then I could go with that . . . maybe. Because then I saw that the fenceposts were actually bones. And the gate looked like it was made out of a ribcage. It had a skeleton’s hand for a latch and a lock made of clacking teeth. Oh, come on! I thought to myself. What was this – some kind of oddball, super-boreal Hallowe’en-themed Disneyland? But then it got worse: I saw the house. If you could call it that. More like a madwoman’s hut. It seemed like a regular sort of log cabin until you looked down at the ground – and then you saw it was perched on a pair of giant chicken feet! I kid you not – chicken feet!
‘What the f—’ I began, but my companions just sniggered. We’d all met up at the airport to share a ride, because apparently this place was sort of ‘out of the way’. Out of the way? It had taken us three hours through the forest in a clapped-out old minibus with a driver who looked like Igor out of one of those old Dracula movies, and any minute now I was expecting the bats to come swooping out of the trees. I was knackered, and this was frankly freaking me out. It was all right for them; they’d already told me they’d been here before – well, four of them had, anyway. Except for me, and an Irishwoman called Deirdre. And Deirdre was turning out to be one of those really irritating people who just take everything in their stride. And who stand about grinning inanely while Rome’s burning and the barbarians are gathering at the gates, you know? Saying, ‘Ah sure, we’ll work it out.’
So anyway. We all climb out of the minibus, stagger a bit as we try to get our arms and legs moving again in the cold, rub our eyes – and then all of a sudden, all these blood-curdling screeches start coming from the house. No, I’m not making all this up! It sounded like a klaxon going off; it sounded like the end of the world. I almost wet myself; I’d been dying for a pee for the past hour, but old Igor wasn’t exactly the kind of bloke you asked. I looked at the house again, and it was shaking. Moving from side to side on its stupid bony chicken legs, shimmying in time with its own shrieks. And then I realised something else strange about it: I couldn’t see any doors or windows; couldn’t see any way we could possibly get in. That’s assuming we’d ever want to. And I can tell you, it wasn’t anything I was counting on wanting right now. If all this seriously screwy malarkey carried on for much longer, I was getting back in that minibus and scuttling off down the road with Igor. I’d cosy up with my power animal some other time, thank you very much. Preferably in Totnes.

An extract from Meeting Baba Yaga, one of the stories in Sharon Blackie’s new short story collection, Foxfire, Wolfskin and Other Stories of Shapeshifting Women (September publishing, £14.99 hardback, out now)

Charged with drama and beauty, this memorable collection by a master storyteller weaves a magical world of possibility and power from female myths of physical renewal, creation and change.

 It is an extraordinary immersion into the bodies and voices, mindscapes and landscapes, of the shape-shifting women of our native folklore.

Drawing on myth and fairy tales found across Europe – from Croatia to Sweden, Ireland to Russia – Sharon Blackie brings to life women’s remarkable ability to transform themselves in the face of seemingly impossible circumstances. These stories are about coming to terms with our animal natures, exploring the ways in which we might renegotiate our fractured relationship with the natural world, and uncovering the wildness – and wilderness – within.



‘I didn’t just love the fox, you see – I wanted to be her. Longed for it, as I had never longed for anything in my life. To be sleek and fast; to be beautiful and fierce, feral and unconstrained. To run wherever I wanted to run, to make my dark home in the belly of the fecund earth, to hunt at dawn in the wildness of a moonlit wood.’




‘Part rally cry, part warning, part manifesto and all parts enchanting, Sharon Blackie’s Foxfire, Wolkskin is a deeply evocative and haunting collection. Humming with the strength of our immutable voices, each story sings with the transformation that is possible when women take agency of our lives. I want to press this powerful book into the hands of everyone I know and say, listen.’



‘Sharon Blackie has wrought a new-old magic for our times: glorious, beautiful, passionate myths written for this critical moment in time. They show who we could have been, and they give us a glimpse of a world-that-could-be. There’s still time to make it happen.’





Little Siberia #Promo post#


Warm Koskenkorva vodka scours the inside of his mouth, sets his throat ablaze. But he controls the sideways swerve, and the car comes out of the bend at almost the same speed as it went in.

He takes his right hand from the steering wheel, changes gear, glances at the speedometer. A shade over 130. For winter driving, this speed is excellent, especially in freezing conditions along a winding road across the eastern side of Hurmevaara. You also have to factor in that visibility is limited at this time of night – despite the brightness of the stars.

His left foot touches the clutch and his right presses down on the accelerator. He raises his left hand again and swallows a sliver from the bottle.

This is how you should drink Koskenkorva. First a big gulp to fill the mouth, so strong it lights up like a ball of fire and feels as though it could knock your teeth out. Then a smaller sip, a thin gauze of liquor that barely wets the lips but that’s enough to extinguish the fire and helps you to swallow the first proper mouthful.

And this is how you drive a car.

He arrives at a long, gentle downward slope, which slowly veers to the right, but so slowly and smoothly that the curve is deceptive. At first it looks as though all you need to do is keep the car straight and your foot on the gas, pedal to the metal. But no. The road then slopes slightly to the left, and the faster you drive the more it feels as though the road wants to buck the car from its back. He grips the steering wheel; he knows he’s going about 165 kilometres an hour. It’s the speed of champions. He knows that too, and the knowledge hurts.

On his right he catches a brief glimpse of the ice stretching across Lake Hurmevaara. Fishermen’s flags jut out from the surface, marking their fishing holes and nets. He sometimes looks at these flags when he takes this route, because glanced at quickly they almost seem like rows of cheering crowds. But tonight he doesn’t need applause.

He keeps the steering wheel angled a fraction to the right to correct the slope of the road surface. As another bend comes into view up ahead, he begins an engine brake. This requires the utmost coordination of hands and feet, the seamless collaboration of clutch and gearstick. He sets the bottle firmly between his thighs, casts his left hand up to the steering wheel, moves the right down to the gearstick, presses down on the clutch and with the accelerator gives just enough gas. He controls the car by harnessing its own power. The brake pedal is for amateurs – guys like the one who’d lent him this car.

After a short, even stretch of road, the car arrives at the foot of a hill with two ridges. He can feel the burning at the bottom of his stomach.

This isn’t the Koskenkorva. This is fate.

He uses all the power the car can muster. It requires the utmost control of both the Audi and the situation. You can’t just put your foot on the gas. If you do that, the vehicle will be impossible to steer. And at a speed of over 180 km/h, that means careering into the heaps of snow along the road’s verges and after that the car would spin on its roof a couple of times – if you’re lucky. If you’re not and you hesitate even slightly, the car will plough right into the thick spruce forest, where it would twist itself like a gift wrapper round a frosted, metre-thick tree trunk.

He doesn’t believe in luck. He believes in speed, sufficient speed. Especially now, as everything is approaching its conclusion. A conclusion that suits him fine.

The Audi reaches the top of the hill travelling at around 200 km/h. And when it gets there the car launches into flight. As it takes off, he raises the bottle to his lips. This requires as much precision as driving. His left hand is firm but relaxed. Cold Koskenkorva floods his mouth as the car flies through the frozen night. Sweet flames tingle across his lips as one and a half tonnes of steel, aluminium, roaring engine and new studded tyres obey his command.

The Audi flies far and long. It touches down at the very moment the bottle returns to its rightful place between the driver’s thighs.

He slips down to a lower gear, accelerates, changes gear again. A downhill slope, a tiny stretch of flat ground, then another hill. And another flight. He catches a glimpse of the flashing red dials on the dashboard and the glinting bottle. The speedometer shows 200, the bottle contains only a few more gulps. When the studs of his tyres once again strike the surface of the road like machine-gun fire, he smiles – as much as a face gnawed with booze possibly can.

He is in his element. Those who turned their backs on him will live to regret it. He’s been shunned, ostracised, taken for a fool. He might die, but by dying on his own terms he will rise above everything and everybody. He will achieve something, pass them by, waving to the slower cars as he goes. The thought is a potent one, strong and warm. It burns his mind like the liquor in his mouth.

He slurps from the bottle until it is empty.

The last stretch.

The Audi howls.

He opens the window. His face freezes, his eyes stream. He throws the bottle out into the snow.

An open stretch of road. At the end of it, a T-junction. He is not turning either way. He is heading right for the rockface in front of him.

Maximum speed always depends on the driver. People never talk about this. They just say, such-and-such a car’s top speed is this or that. Nonsense.

He checks the dial: 240 – in a car that is supposed to stall at 225.

He looks at the road ahead. The last kilometre. Ever.

This is how it’s all going to end, he thinks as the car explodes.

He can feel the explosion around him.

What he sees in that split second: the world is engulfed by a huge flash of light, followed by a shadow just as immense; light and shadow both arriving vertically from above. His heart stops and starts again, now throbbing in heavy, hollow beats, like hammer blows against metal. His senses, all five of them, seem to sharpen and come into focus in a way he has never experienced before. He can smell the tear in the car roof, taste the strange, pliable material inside the seat, feel the pressure wave push against his hands. At first he can hear everything, then, as his ears become blocked, he hears the explosion continue inside his head.

He acts instinctively. He shifts to a lower gear, slams his foot on the clutch, the accelerator and the brake. Engine brake, hand brake – a controlled spin. The car slides into the intersection and comes to a stop.

He isn’t quite sure how long the moment of stasis lasts. Maybe a minute, maybe two. He cannot move. When his faculties finally return and he manages to release his grip on the steering wheel and focus his eyes on what is around him, he has no idea what he is looking at.

Of course, he understands the fact that right above the passenger seat there is now a gaping hole in the car’s roof. But there’s a hole in the seat too. The diameter of the hole in the roof is slightly smaller. He congratulates himself on the liquor. Without that in his system, it would be impossible to remain this calm.

He manages to unclip his seatbelt, then stops for a moment. It seems necessary to go through the facts again. The hole in the roof, the hole in the seat, himself. The holes are right next to him.

He steps out of the car and looks up and down a few times. Endless banks of snow, the frozen night lit only by the bright light of the moon and stars. The snow crunches beneath his driving boots as he paces around the car. The hole in the roof is like a pair of lips set in an inside-out pout. He opens the passenger door. Yes, the pouting lips are kissing the inside of the car. The hole in the seat opens inwards; it looks almost lewd. He peers into the hole. It is black. He deduces two things. There can’t be a hole in the bottom of the car; if there were, he’d be able to see snow. Whatever made that hole passed first through the roof, then the seat – then stopped.

He backs away from the car. The snow crackles. His heart is racing.

He was preparing himself to die. Then something happened, and he’s still alive.

It’s the Monte Carlo rally today. People all around. Alpine liquor. Holes don’t just appear in cars. Things don’t fall through their roofs from…

The sky.

He looks up like a shot. Of course, he can’t see anything. You can rarely see anything in the sky. With the exception of stars and the moon, and, in a few months’ time, the sun. Clouds. Aeroplanes. But not…

He’s a common-sense kind of guy. There’s no such thing as UFOs.

Then he remembers. It was a TV show. The documentary said it’s only a matter of time before a comet will strike the Earth. When that happens, it will cause a new Ice Age, because the dust that will be thrown up into the atmosphere will be enough to block out the sun. Everything will die.

Except for him, it seems.

Even so, it’s hard to imagine that someone sitting only half a metre west of the impact might survive while everybody further away perishes. Though there are no immediate signs of life, he is convinced that, somewhere in the village of Hurmevaara, someone is tucking in to a cold-meat sandwich right this minute.

So it can’t be a comet.

But it has to be something along those lines. He can’t remember the word. And it’s cold now. Neither the liquor nor the thought of death seem to warm him any longer.

His phone should be in the zipped breast pocket of his jumpsuit, but it isn’t there. He set out to die, not to make telephone calls. All of a sudden the full force of his inebriation hits him.

Where is the nearest house?

He remembers.

It’s three kilometres away. But that’s one house to which he will never return. The next one is a kilometre further.

He sets off on foot. After walking a few hundred metres, he comes to a halt. He digs his hands into the snow, washes his face. It feels necessary. The snow-rinse aches, freezes his fingers, numbs his face. But it cleanses him, purifies him in some important way. He takes another few steps, then stops again.

He turns, looks first at the car, then up at the sky.

What was that?


Well if that doesn’t have you chomping at the bits to read this book then I don’t know what  will. (wish I done the blog tour now)





One by One by DW Gillespie #BlogTour

Warning you now do not read this book in the dark or before you go to bed. I was shitting myself if I’m honest Not many things put me on edge but this book managed to do it. Now this isn’t my normal genre of books that I read (I need to read more like this recommendations are welcome)

So we start off with a family moving into there new home. In a creepy old derelict place. The dad had the bright idea of fixing it up and selling it on for a huge profit.

Obviously alarm bells are ringing for me straight that this sounds dodgy 😂

Anyway. They move in. They move in and father have these bright ideas on how to fix it all up to hopefully sell on for a profit. He does keep mentioning it that he got it for a steal. Which peaks the interest of the little girl in the book called Alice. Who is way smarter than she should be for a girl her age.

She ponders for abit thinking that something must’ve happened here for them to get the house cheaply.

So they move in and obviously your first night in a new house is always abit creepy. So your imagination is going to be running wild. Thinking what could be making all these strange noises amd sounds around the house (or is it just me?)

Before going the bed Alice notices what seemingly looks like a freshly drawed picture on a wall (picture is the cover of the book)

Alice wonders how it got there and what it means. It looks like it’s her family and her cat. Already creeping me out at this point (this is why I don’t read books like this 😂)

Alice goes to bed and can feel something in her room staring at her but is too scared to look. Curiosity got the better of her and there’s something in the room with her and shit hits the fan. She begins to scream her family come in to make sure everything is ok.

Now this is where things get even more weird. The cat dissapears (did I mention the cat?) Alice notices there is a cross on the picture of the cat on the wall with fresh paint. Now everyone gets suspicious of who do it and where the cat has gone off to.

Strange things begin to happen within the house and the family that are living in it. It’s upto little Alice to figure out what’s going on and how to save her family from immediate danger. Can she do it? Or will this little girl struggle with the situation she has been put in?

Now the whole book gets turned upside down and you haven’t got a clue what’s going to happen next. You need to read this book. Even if you don’t like this genre you need to read it and I’m telling you that you need to read it.

The way it’s written is in first person. So you kind of think you’re actually there in the same situations the family get themselves in. I’m not going to lie this book put the shitters up is a little bit. (I refused to read it at a night time incase they came to get me 😂😂)

That never happend I’m only joking 😅🤔

I will give this book a 4.8/5 really enjoyed it and couldn’t put it down.



One by One cover


One By One BT PosterDW Gillespie Author Picture





D.W. Gillespie Publication date: Sep 2019 Publication date: Sep 2019
The Easton family has just moved into an old house and Alice, the youngest, is excited to explore the new place. Her excitement turns to dread as she discovers a child’s drawing of a family just like hers under the wallpaper. When family members begin to disappear, it is up to her to unlock the mystery before she becomes the next victim.
FLAME TREE PRESS is the new fiction imprint of Flame Tree Publishing. Launched recently in 2018 the list brings together brilliant new authors and the more established; the award winners, and exciting, original voices.
A fan of all things dark and horrific, D.W. Gillespie D.W. Gillespie has been writing horror, sci-fi, and fantasy for longer than he would like to admit. After years of daydreaming, he started taking it seriously in college after a creative writing class helped spark his motivation. After winning a local writing award, he realized that his path forward was clear.
In the years since, he’s been featured in many publications, both online and in print. He’s the author of more than a dozen novels, including The Toy Thief, Still Dark, and Handmade Monsters.
For One by One, Gillespie was influenced by his experience of moving houses often when growing up. One particular house was supposedly haunted (according to previous tenants) and became specially inspirational, and he knew he wanted it to feature in one of his books as a character in the story.
A lifelong native of Middle Tennessee, he still lives there today with his wife and two children.
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Beard blog #1

Just a random blog about beards. There are plenty beards online that look perfect majestic. But they never show the awkward growing that has you looking like a hillbilly. There’s nothing much you can do during this stage. The best thing to do is grin and bear it and let it grow. Using products on your beard does really help. You only need a few. I like to use oils/balms/soaps/shampoo. They all have a reason to be used. The oils are used to keep your beard soft and hydrated best used after a shower. The balms lock in that moisture and helps keep fly away hairs down kind of like a hair gel. Soaps/Shampoo are there to help clean your beard. It’s best not to use the same shampoo you use for your hair on your beard. They are two different types of hair and the shampoo for head hair will most definitely dry out your beard which will make it feel like straw. The beard needs care all the time it’s like having a child on your face that constantly needs looking after. Your constantly brushing it and cleaning it especially after eating something messy. There is also moustache wax if your growing your lip weasel in. I can’t recommend this enough especially when growing it out for the first time. As it can be quite annoying. My beard routine usually consists of oil it morning and night then brush it though with a boar bristle brush just so the oil covers the hair from root to tip. I also have a beard comb which helps untangle my beard as it curls up in some places. Then I use this cream from lush (R&B) it’s made of all natural ingredients which is great for beard hair as it keeps it moisturised throughout the day and it smells great.  This is where I buy my beard products from there all handmade with all natural ingredients. I asked the seller if I could put the link to his store which he agreed I could do.


This never really took off guess not everyone likes beards 🤣

Star Child the age of Akra




Mai is a remarkable child that has been sent on a quest by her elders to the Valley of a thousand thoughts. To hone her skills as a thought banker. So she can master the thought of others.

Mai is joined by her over protective brother who will be her chaperone and protector throughout her quest. Also with her little stowaway her little lizard Barka (who is an amazing little character to be involved in the book)

Mai is one tough courageous and feisty little lady. She takes control of any situation even though she is the youngest character in the book. Every situation they seem to face themselves in you know that Mai has got in control and will do everything in her power to get through it.

Now enough about Mai even though I could talk about her for ages. We should really talk about the star child himself. Akra appears out of no where and starts off a chain of events that Long immediately becomes suspicious of. Akra has multiple powers but can’t seem to have a control over them.

Akra joins Mai and Long on their quest to the Thousand Valleys find some answers of his own. On their journey Akra notices that there is something different about Mai but he can’t seem to put his finger on it.


The character development has been written really well, you immediately get engrossed in each of the characters development. That you want to know more about them. You actually feel you are there with these characters. I was so engrossed in this book that I finished it the same day I started reading it. It’s definitely a real page turner. You definitely get involved with the characters. Mai you’d want as a little sister (she reminds me of Nona Grey in Red Sister). Long is the annoying big brother (as we all are) I’m still unsure about Akra. I will have to read the second book to see how his character develops.

The story did have a last air bender feel to it. I was getting this vibe a lot through out the book. Don’t get me wrong I really enjoy the last air bender (maybe not the film)

I’d give this book a solid 4/5



A different time by Michael Hill

The book starts off with Keith Nolan. Just going through life living the norm. Working in a job he hates lives in an apartment he doesn’t really care about. His only enjoyment in life is looking for comics to complete his collection which his late father started many years ago. Keith goes to market stalls looking for these illusive comics to finally complete his fathers collection.

On his mission he stumbles upon these cassette tapes which don’t really seem interesting. He buys them and just tosses them on his workstation and forgets about them for a few weeks. Keith them remembers he has them and finds the suitable hardware to connect them to his computer. Once he finally gets it all sorted he plays the first video. On the screen is a beautiful young woman making a video diary. Keith watches it for a few minutes the he agrees with something she says and she stopped talking realised she heard something. Keith is taken aback by this as he thinks she must of heard of something while recording the video.

Keith does it again and then they both realise that they can hear each other through the screen. Even though the video was recorded 20 years ago Keith can talk to someone in the past through a TV screen.

Keith races through the tapes and begins to have feelings for Lindsay and the both start to fall in love with each other. Keith then realises he has only one tape left without anymore in his flat. Keith watches the tapes he has already watched and realise he can only talk to Lindsay the first time he watches it.

So Keith is now on the hunt for the remaining tapes that Lindsay mentioned to him. Keith visits the person that sold him the tapes in the first place. Without any luck so Keith visits the company that sold the tapes in the first place. Keith is now in a manic state trying all ways to find these tapes. He’s skipping work and ditching his friends and even jumping on aeroplanes to get his hands on these allusive tapes. Keith and Lindsay form quite a serious relationship within a short period of time.

Keith’s mad tape hunt pays off he finds the remaining tapes and and wants to delve into them but doesn’t at the same time. Due to the fact that he doesn’t have anymore tapes to watch.

Keith then makes it his mission to find Lindsay and see her in person. Now this is where the books delves into the lovey dovey stuff. Which I didn’t mind at all. Please go and read this book. I’m not writing anymore as I don’t want to spoil it for anyone. You will really enjoy this book.


Now this isn’t my usual read. It is a love story but I liked the fact they could talk to each other through a TV screen which was made over 20 years ago. I did really enjoy this book though. I will have to delve into the authors other books.

I would give this book a 4.5/5



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